Decided to do a “cleanse”. Although I have a mind that leans towards science and logic, every once in awhile I like to delve into the mystical. I do not believe for a second that a “cleanse” removes toxins from my body, but I do believe that eating healthy things begats a healthy body. And, if you have been following me on Facebook, you know earlier this week I had a supper of Twizzlers, potato chips, and an Eatmore bar, so this body needs some nutrition and fixing up.
The mystical part of my cleanse, is rummaging through my spice cupboard. My spice cupboard is one of my pride and joys. My landlord’s father was thinking (probably coaxed by my landlord’s mother) to build an apartment that has such a useful space. I can hear it, “Dear, build me a spice cupboard. Something I can easily see and reach, and not too deep lest the bottle of coridander gets hidden behind the molasses”. Still, useful as the cupboard is, as I was rummaging around for cumin for my lentil dahl, I still found artifacts and many jars full of mystery spices. Not sure if you can make it out in the picture, but I put bulk spices in old jars, then label them with my trusty black Sharpie. Twist the lid off once or twice, and the label is removed or smudged. So I have things in there I have to sniff, re-sniff, ask Michael to sniff, taste, and then take a leap of faith before adding it to my dish. In the spirit of recycling, I have jars in there my Mom used for canning, so some jars have “1987 – Beets” written on the lid. The contents today, appear to be dried and red. One has to pause and wonder if the beets have mummified, or if in fact it is cayenne pepper.
I am on Day Two of my cleanse, and I’m eating quite well, meaning healthy. The diet leans towards vegetarian, although things of fish and meaty substance are “allowed”. The instructions also say that I am to avoid foods that are not listed, and while “wine” doesn’t appear on the list, fruit is, and using my own thought process, I know grapes are fruit, and therefore allowed. I’m sure one could argue that the fermenting process adds yeast to the wine, which in the world of serious cleansers is a Bad Thing, I still insist on enjoying my life, and if
a glass of a half-bottle of 3/4s of a bottle of wine makes me happy, I will drink it. Life is far too short to nit-pick these sorts of details.
I have taken a picture of the final product, but, it is not at all enticing like say, video of a bacon-cheeseburger placed between a honey-dip donut:
In fact, it looks a lot like something special effects would use in a film to portray vomit (in the spirit of the Exorcist and the famous pea soup). Healthy eating is NOT food porn.
I asked Michael what he thought of it. His response? “Crunchy”. For that, I will share an edited photo of him asleep on the La-Z-Boy this afternoon. Note the Death Grip on the remote control: